OOC: Sorry about the bunch up, but I am not exactly sure how much time we have until the group moves on, so I didn't want to spend forever getting through the preperation stuff...
"Very well, then, Miss Leaf." Jeren looked back and smiled before leaning forward in his saddle, placing the side of his face on the neck of Nightfire. Underneath the scale, he could feel her blood racing, preparing for her favorite past-time. "Alright, my love, let us take to the skies," the dragon knight said quietly to the creature. The snaking head of the wyvern slung up in a definitive roar. Jeren leaned back to Leaf. "Roughly translated, that means 'Yee hah'," he explained.
With that, the leathery wings of the small dragon stretched out to their full mast, spreading first flat across, then raising as high as they would go. Nightfire shifted her feet a bit, then pushed up into the air with her legs and flapped her wings furiously downward, pushing them several feet into the air. Just as it seemed like they would hit the ground, Nightfire gave a second, powerful swing of her wings. Soon, she had worked them above the trees and most buildings with this. The lift was less than comforting. Once most buildings were below them, they began to move forward. With every lurch forward from then on, the ride became smoother and smoother. With every passing movement, they were excellerating.
As soon as they left the city limits, the ride became smooth and, while they were still climbing, it felt so much different. Nightfire didn't have to flap her wings constantly. They glided on breezes, carressing the night air. The darkness of the clear evening surrounded them. Wind threw their hair behind them, keeping their eyes clear enough to see everything perfectly.
Up and up they went. A field of sparkles lay just out of reach for the dragon knight and his elven companion. The moon, just a cresent then, seemed to be like a lighthouse, welcoming them into a harbor of a different sort. The world below whipped by. What once seemed like a gigantic, endless terrain, now seemed small, as if they were looking at a map.
Their speed was faster than any horse could run, though it felt slow when looking down to watch their progress. Nightfire was relatively silent. She seemed intent on her flight, not caring so much for triumphant roars. Jeren was much the same way. His face, tense and brooding before in the tavern, was now relaxed and genuinely happy.
Perhaps even more striking about this new world was the silence that lived there. No birds made calls. No noise from streets. Just the movement of the air. It was serene, like the painting of a master artisan. It would speak no words to you, since no words could truly describe it.